I’m also f-*&ing Matt Damon

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I had an extremely hectic weekend, quickly dropping by the Berkshires – visiting Dorind, obvi – before getting an extremely patient and thorough lesson in how to play chess by my seven year old nephew. Obviously I was exhausted by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, so I lay by the pool drinking Jimosas and watched movie trailers.

Don’t worry, I’m about to get to the point.

I was wondering how The Meg differed from Jaws III before I was distracted by the trailer for Wreck-It Ralph 2 and realised I had about twenty missed calls from Sarah Silverman over the past fortnight.

Thankfully she bought how busy I claimed to be and accepted my invite to drop by and catch-up later this week. What do I make for one of my dearest friends that happen to be a Disney princess?

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Don’t stop believin’

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She was just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world until she took the midnight train, found me willing to go anywhere … and I jumped on her coattails and vowed to make her a star.

Oh – FYI, I’m talking about Lea Michele.

Now I know – I KNOW – Journey are the reason that we all know to never give up on your dreams or to not stop believin’, if you will … but my dear friend Lea is the reason we started believing in the first place.

So what should I make to thank her for giving me something to believe in?

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Will the champs or chumps reign supreme?

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As if the excitement of my triumphant return wasn’t enough, like Shangela Australian Survivor is also back back back again!

While I wasn’t deemed enough of a champion to make the cast – or more likely deemed too much of a champion – JLP did ask me to join him in Fiji to provide this year’s contestants with my usual brand of culinary comfort.

Though I was warned to tone down my lust for the male contestants after Locky. Side note: I was invited to arrive on day two, conveniently after the repeat of the challenge that inspired his glorious nude scene.

Anyway, I’ve gone off on a worse tangent than Jericho trying to pull together a metaphor at tribal council. Sooooo … something something, drowned cat in the waves.

Who will be joining me tomorrow as the first boot?

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You know what, so what, who cares

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Hello *coughs* is this thing on?

As you may have noticed, I’ve taken a little unplanned hiatus (which I totally plan to wipe from memory by posting the multitude of documented-yet-unposted catch-ups in the coming weeks, after which will make this post slash me look completely cray) but I needed a little time for self-care, in the spirit of vegan and shellfish lover Queen Sonja T Morgan.

Oh and for once, self-care isn’t referring to feverish masturbation.

To apologise, I’ll offer you this vague explanation which may or may not include a Type-A aortic dissection (not me), a cold, graduation (not me), moving house, rehab, the flu, aortic arch and valve replacement surgery (I feels for others ok, shut up), prison and not appearing on Australian Survivor (which given my love of Locky last year, is probs a good decision in the post me too world. Particularly for CBS, hey Les?).

So basically, I needed to take a break – or at the very least a nap – and to work through my stress and anxiety.

Lucky for you, I am back and while I didn’t give you a heads up about needing said break, in the words of this week’s iconic guest, you know what, so what, who cares? Yes, my dearest friend Joy Behar is dropping by to help me get my groove back. Which I will use as inspiration to go back in time to write How Stella Got Her Groove Back and snag me my first Oscar, but that is a story for another time.

Any guesses what I’m making Queen Behar?

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Diving in. Aaaaaaaalllllll in.

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After having a fucking great catch-up with me mate Liam last week, I got to thinking about the need to catch up with one of my dear friends that I used to, well, get intimate with, so to speak – the greatest diver in history, Greg Louganis.

Greg and I studied theatre together – and each other – at the University of Miami, where I pushed him to focus on his immense talent for diving. Mainly because he was really good at theatre and as such, I was threatened and wanted him distracted while I worked on snatching my EGOT.

Anywho he found out my plan, we broke up and didn’t speak until I reached out after the Seoul Olympics incident. And we’ve been the best of friends ever since.

What says you’re one of my best friends (and I hope you never find out I reached out to option your rights and star in the TV movie in place of Mario Lopez)?

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Wonder f^#&$( wall

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Well isn’t this the best fuckin’ news you’re going to hear all fuckin’ week.

I shit you not, I fuckin’ convinced me good mate Liam Gallagher to drop by and reconnect on the fuckin’ record.

While we’ve both been ‘avin a bit of a barney the last few years, I picked up the phone and told him I was fucking sick of fucking fighting and I wanted us to be fucking friends again. As such, he said fuck it, bought a fucking ticket and is fucking dropping by.

What says I fucking love our friendship and I want to get back to how we used to fucking be?

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He makes me float too

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As you would no doubt be aware, Alexander Skarsgård and I have been lovers for more than a decade. To the point where we are so close, that he came, quite literally, and helped us celebrate our 50th recipe way back when.

Anyway that is not the point of this little post – but enjoy this GIF – I’m also dear friend and sometimes lover to his little brother Bill, and he is finally free to drop by and … reconnect.

What says, I’m so excited about everything that is happening in your career whilst also letting him know that his brother and I are definitely not exclusive and he is a babe?

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Fancy feast

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Well hot damn, shout it from the roof of the Grand Ole Opry, the first in line to the Queen of Country throne – because Dolly, obvs – slash my dear friend Reba McEntire is finally free to drop by for a date.

We’ve been trying to tee something up for the last year or so, but to no avail. Thankfully I saw that KFC was celebrating its 50th anniversary in Australia recently, picked up the phone to chat to the current Colonel and thankfully she was free to swing by for a quick date.

What says I love you, I’ve missed you, I need you back on TV and releasing new music … without typecasting her in the KFC bucket?

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On Thursday’s we don’t eat pink

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As you know, I’m not a regular friend of celebrities, I’m a cool friend of celebrities. And as such, I’ve finally been able to convince my dearest friend Lindsay Lohan to drop by for a cheeky visit.

Is it part of my sixty-step approach to bringing her renewed fame and a reinvigorated career? Sure.

Is it odd she still trusts me after The Canyons? Definitely.

In retrospect, is it still odd that we were able to bury the hatchet early in our friendship when I told her The Parent Trap remake was a poor man’s version of It Takes Two? Chillingly so.

In any event, what do I make for the iconic Lilo?

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Off to Tea-land, Thigh-land … Thai-lend?

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However he pronounces it, my dear friend Matty Chisholm bigged me to join him on location and cook his castaways some some post-boot culinary commiserations.

Given Kiwis are literally the nicest people on the planet, Tom was a total babe last season and I love to spend spend time ogling at shirtless men through dense bush, I jumped on the next flight to Thailand and prepared to live out my jungle fantasy.

Who will be the first one to get the unchoicest cut? Check back Tuesday as we catch up with the the person joining the Dee Harper First Boot Club.

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